Page 71 of The Facilitator: Part 3
“She gets to come and stay for the weekend soon,” Lauren said, bouncing with excitement.
There had been a plan in place. We visited Rebecca at her foster family’s house with the social workers, and she had been brought to our house. Those visits had started off with an hour, then increased in time. An overnight stay had been arranged, and now we have progressed to a weekend stay. The next stage would be a week, we hoped.
Once talk of Rebecca was over and we were called to our table, Lauren pressed Jerry for information on whoever it was he’d met.
“You will love her. In fact, I don’t know if you will. Anyway, she’s a London girl, swears like a trooper,” he said, then laughed at Lauren’s raised eyebrows and scrunched nose. “No, she doesn’t, I’m pulling your leg. She is a London girl though. I don’t know, Lauren, we just clicked. Like you and Mackenzie, it felt right immediately.”
He beamed as he spoke. “Do we get to meet her?” I asked.
“Sure. Just name the day and we’ll have a double date night,” he said.
A waitress hovered with menus and I wondered just howintoJerry was with his new lady, considering he was practicallyeye-fuckingthe waitress. Watching him had me realize I was getting old. I chuckled and shook my head. Lauren, sensing my mood, I imagined, squeezed my knee. When the waitress left with our orders since she didn’t appear to be leaving us to browse the menu, Lauren laid into Jerry. I laughed.
“It’s nice to have someone else on the end of a Lauren telling-off,” I said, raising my glass to Jerry.
He simply shrugged his shoulders. “Babe, hun, I can’t help it, can I?”
“Yes, you can. And that’s why any relationship youhave doesn’t last.” Lauren sat back in the chair with a ‘I’m warning you’ look on her face.
Overall, it was an enjoyable evening. The banter between Jerry and Lauren had not only me, but the next table chuckling as well. I was pleased to see them, although not so much when he hugged her a little too long and a little too tight, and kissed a little too close to her lips, missing her cheek. He gave me a wink when I raised my eyebrows at him. I was a jealous guy by nature, not always where Jerry was concerned, however. I knew Lauren would never choose him and, when I took her hand and raised it to my lips, I smirked at him.
“Let’s go home and look over those notes, shall we?” I said.
“Mmm, give it a rest, you two,” Lauren replied, ignoring us both and climbing into the car.
Both Jerry and I laughed. I patted his back and joined her.
I took Lauren’s hand in mine and in silence we traveled home.
“Things are going to change for us, aren’t they?” she asked, as we left the car.
“Of course, are you worried about anything?”
“No, just musing on our future life.” She turned to me and smiled. “I think we need to redecorate the gym.”
Lauren ran her hands over my jacket lapel, grippingthem and pulling me toward her. “And how would you like it decorated?” I whispered against her lips.
“I don’t know. Perhaps a nice St. Andrew’s Cross on one side. Maybe one of those fuck benches in…let me see…black leather, I think.” Her lips brushed across mine as she spoke and her breath ghosted my tongue. “We’ll still visit the club, of course.”
I caught her lip between my teeth and pulled, she moaned as I slid my arms around her, cupping her ass and pushing her toward me. I wanted her to feel my hard cock and know how she always had me aroused. Her tongue darted out and she licked across mine. I took a step back, forcing her to the wall and I reached around her.
“Absolutely, in the meantime…” I whispered, pulling my head back just a fraction and opening the door beside her.
I held her shoulders and turned her, gently pushing her to the stairs that led down to the gym. I followed close behind as she walked to the middle of the room and then stilled. I stepped close behind her.
“Remove your skirt, Lauren,” I whispered into her neck and her skin goosebumped as my breath ran over her skin.
She did as I asked, the material fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. I reached around and undid the buttons on her shirt, sliding the silk material from hershoulders. She stood in her bra and panties, and high heels. That was a look that had my cock pulsing for her. I circled her, trailing a finger over her collarbone and across her back. She went to speak and I covered her mouth with my fingers. I shook my head, gently.
“No speaking,” I whispered.
I dimmed the lights and turned up the heat, I wanted warmth and humidity. I wanted her pores open and her body coated in a sheen of sweat making her nerve endings more heightened to the pain and pleasure I wanted to inflict on her.
Against one wall was a rack that held weight bars. She wanted a St. Andrew’s Cross? Well, although improvised, there was one standing waiting for her. I grabbed some rope and led her to it, facing her away from the room. I tied her wrists and then kicked at her ankles until she parted her legs. I secured them to the rack. I could see her thighs shake a little, more so when I ran my fingers down her back and over her panties. I grabbed the lace material and tore until it hung in rags from her waist.
“That’s better,” I said.
She moaned very gently when she heard me unbuckle my belt. The small clink of metal as the bar was released from the leather and then the sound of it sliding through the loops had her shuffle. But it was thesound of the belt connecting with her ass cheek that had her cry out.
